Dryden, John

Accurst ambition, how dearly I have bought you.

ambition

Dryden, John

A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.

argument

Dryden, John

Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.

beauty

Dryden, John

Honor is but an empty bubble.

honor

Dryden, John

Love is a passion which kindles honor into noble acts.

passion

Dryden, John

Beware the fury of a patient man.

patience

Dryden, John

Dancing is the poetry of the feet.

poetry

Dryden, John

When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.

speech

Dryden, John

And plenty makes us poor.

wealth

Dryden, John

Words are but pictures of our thoughts.

words